The clicking of tumblers falling into place gave warning before the door was opened, allowing entrance for a unicorn member of the Royal Guard. Giving off a large, almost comical yawn, the guardpony kicked the door closed and locked it with his magic as he trotted through his room's kitchenette. The unicorn briefly noted that his roommate was out for the night... again. Unlocking another door, the guardpony entered his bedroom, a canned drink floating lazily behind him. Another burst of magic and an assortment of candles around the room were lit.
"You'd think that guard duty would be simple," the unicorn mumbled with a snort, "Yeah, if it wasn't for those good-for-nothing nobles."
The guardpony yawned again as he levitated his helmet off his head. The enchantment dispersed and his coat's gray color retreated to show it's natural tan color. The white mane changed into a black, short mane that was matched by his tail. The helmet floated onto his desk next to a journal that sat on the corner with a quill and inkwell sitting on top of it. The unicorn knew that it was empty, as it had been for the month he had owned it.
"Sure Write?"
"Hmmm?" questioned a tan unicorn as he turned to face the mare laying in the grass beside him. She had a gorgeous light brown mane and tail that always served to attract Sure Write's loving attention. Her body had curves in all the right places, driving the stallion crazy upon looking at it. Her blue eyes were always filled with happiness and love, a pool that Write could find himself lost in. Her cream coat was always soft to the touch and was accented by her cutie mark: a stethoscope over a winged heart.
"You ever think that we should be..." the mare sighed as she struggled for the right words, her wings ruffling in frustration. Her eyes focused on the clouds, as if the white puffs of water vapor would giver her the answer, "I don't know, be doing something more substantial with our lives?"
Sure Write chuckled with an eyebrow raised, "Babe, I joined the Royal Guard. Isn't that substantial enough?"
"I know, I know," she quickly replied as she turned to look at Write, a gentle smile on her lips. She leaned forward and gave Write a quick peck, "I'm happy that you did it but, well, what about that novel you've been wanting to write?"
"Yeah, I guess I see your point," Write replied, sighing as he looked up at the sky. A cloud drifted by that reminded him on a Guardpony helm, "It's just with work and family..."
"I understand hun, really I do but," Write looked at the mare to see a pouting look on her face. That look made Write's heart melt. It also made blood begin to rush southward, a fact that made him blush softly and squirm a little on the grass, "Try, please? For me?"
Write chuckled as he leaned forward and locked lips with the mare in a passionate kiss. His eyes were closed, savoring the feeling of her lips on his. Finally, they came up for air. There was no doubt in the stallion's mind that he would marry this mare some day. They would live together in Canterlot, maybe with a foal, while he served out his contract. After that... well, that was a little too far ahead for the stallion.
"Only for you, babe."
Sure Write gave a sad smile to the journal as he sat down in the desk's chair, not even bothering with the rest of the armor. Kicking his hindhooves onto the desk, he leaned back in his seat. Cracking open his drink, a simple soda, he took a sip as a book floated out of one of the desk's drawers. The title read simply, "Your First Novel".
Write cracked it open and flicked through it as he took another sip of his drink. Finally, he landed on a page that had been marked by a folded up letter. He knew what the letter said, he had read it many times before. Gently, he levitated it out of the book and set it on the journal. As the unicorn read, the letter slowly unfolded, revealing it's writing. It was written in handwriting that could be matched by very few in it's neatness. Splotches of the paper was darker than the rest.
Though Sure Write had already read it, he found his eyes drifting to scan the letter again, a small smile gracing his muzzle,
Dear Sure Write,
I'm writing to you right now because...
We need to talk. I wanted to do this when you came home on leave but I don't think it'd be fair to wait that long. I love you, I really do but I can't handle this long distance relationship so...
I'm breaking up with you. I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me. If you are mad though, I understand. I hope you live a good life.
Truly Sorry,
Heart Whisper
With a sad smile, Write re-folded the letter and placed the inkwell on top of it to keep it from opening again. He gave it a couple seconds more of his attention before focusing again on the book in his magical grasp. Taking another sip of soda, he continued reading. His eyes darted to the letter for but a second before, again, focusing on the book. A single tear rolled it's way down his cheek to hang precariously on his lower jaw, glinting in the candlelight
"Only for you..."
The tear finally dropped, slashing onto the pony's armor and rolling along it's polished surface. Finally, it dropped again to the carpet, joining so many of it's silent brethren.
Author's Note
I hope you guys enjoyed this small story.
